Several people whispered for a while and slowly spread the scroll on the table.

The painting is two meters long, and the paper is yellowed. On top is a picture of green mountains after rain. Although it is old, it is still lifelike, with flowers, plants, insects and fish, and it is even more rare. It has an artistic conception that is difficult to describe in words.

Although Yang Fan didn't know anything about calligraphy and painting, he could tell at a glance that this was something extraordinary and looked much more comfortable than the landscape paintings he had seen online.

Could it be that my eye for treasures is not very good?

Yang Fan was a little unsure.

He looked back at the other antiques in the store, his eyes full of light, and then touched the five thousand yuan in his pocket.

Confidence returned to me.

There is no mistake, this painting must be a fake.

On the other side, Liu Yutang and others were pacing around the scroll, discussing something in low voices.

Li Changgeng took a lavender flashlight and took a photo of the scroll, turned it over and over to check it several times, nodded suddenly, and said with certainty: "Yes, it is the authentic work of Li Cheng."

"Haha, congratulations, Third Master." Liu Yutang sent his blessing in a timely manner.

Mr. Xu was also full of joy and immediately took out a thick red envelope and stuffed it into Li Changgeng: "Thank you Li Changgeng for helping me identify it. You are really a priceless treasure in this store."

Hahaha!

Several people smiled tacitly, and Mr. Xu put away the scroll and left.

Yang Fan wanted to give a warning, but when he thought of saying it in front of Li Changgeng, he would inevitably offend this villain.

So I held back and didn't say anything until Mr. Xu walked out of the store, taking advantage of Liu Yutang and Li Changgeng's chat.

Yang Fan immediately ran out and caught up with Master Xu and said, "Master Xu, this painting of yours is fake. Li Changgeng made a mistake."

"Who are you?" Mr. Xu glanced at Yang Fan doubtfully.

"Oh. I'm the new guy in the store, my name is Yang Fan." Yang Fan said with a smile.

"Ha" Mr. Xu smiled contemptuously and turned away, obviously not taking Yang Fan's words to heart at all.

Seeing that Mr. Xu did not listen to the advice, Yang Fan had no choice but to give up, but he felt that he was not worth it for Mr. Xu.

The calligraphy and paintings of the Song Dynasty cost several million at least. If Mr. Xu later found out that he had bought a fake for several million, he would not be too distressed.

Back in the store, Yang Fan kept quiet and worked conscientiously. As soon as it was time to get off work, Yang Fan immediately walked towards a small market behind the antique street.

It is known as a ghost market, where some retail traders who cannot afford to rent a shop set up street stalls, most of which are imitations to deceive uninformed people.

However, occasionally some high-quality products of unknown origin will be circulated, so many antique collectors will go to the ghost market to pick up something missing.

Yang Fan originally wanted to go to the stone market. But after learning that his eyes could identify treasures, he couldn't wait to try this new feature.

The ghost market was bustling with people. Yang Fan walked around but didn't find anything that caught his eye.

Just as he was about to leave, a dazzling circle of light suddenly caught his eye.

After a simple count, one, two, and three, there are three apertures in total. It is at least a three-hundred-year-old cultural relic, and it can be sold for 70,000 to 80,000 yuan.

Yang Fan immediately walked towards the direction of the aperture and found that the stall owner was an inconspicuous man, sitting on a small bench playing with his mobile phone and looking around at beautiful women, looking a little absent-minded.

A fat woman in gorgeous clothes was holding a bronze snuff bottle and looking over it over and over. The halo of light emanated from the snuff bottle.

Yang Fan didn't rush forward to talk, so he just stood aside and watched.

The woman was obviously an amateur. After looking at it for a while, she threw the tobacco bottle there and asked, "How much does it cost."

When the stall asked for 20,000 yuan, the woman left without looking back. Yang Fan immediately approached her, grabbed the tobacco bottle in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Boss, how much does this thing cost?"

"Twenty thousand." The boss looked up at Yang Fan and determined the price.

"Haha, boss, you are so funny." Yang Fan smiled slightly, put on an old Jianghu look, and said:

"Don't be fooled by me. I work as an apprentice on the antique street in front of you. This thing of yours looks like a replica at first glance, and the price will not exceed fifty yuan. I thought it was exquisite and bought it to play with."

"If you want to sell it sincerely, tell your real price."

The boss was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and said: "Since you are also in this industry, I won't ask for it randomly. Five hundred, you can ask me to make a little more. With such a big sun, you can make a lot of money.

It’s all hard-earned money.”

Yang Fan bared his teeth and said, "Five hundred is too much, maybe eighty."

"Eighty is no good. It's not enough for my gas money. How about two hundred and five."

"Two hundred and fifty sounds too ugly. One hundred yuan, you can think of it. If not, I'll go look elsewhere."

"make a deal."

After some haggling, Yang Fan bought the snuff bottle for a hundred yuan. The boss smiled contemptuously at Yang Fan's back and muttered:

"I thought you were so smart. The wholesale price of the snuff bottle is less than ten yuan."

Although Yang Fan heard it, he didn't say anything. In the antique business, everyone wants to treat the other party as a fool. Who knows who is stupid.

With brisk steps, Yang Fan came to the antique street in front. After looking around for a while, he turned and walked towards the shop with the "Zhibaoxuan" sign.

"Hey, isn't this Xiao Yang? Why are you free to come to my store today? Your boss couldn't have sent you to be a spy, right?"

The boss of Zhibaoxuan, whose surname is also Yang, is a kind old man in his sixties. When he saw Yang Fan, he laughed and made a joke.

"Uncle Yang, please don't make fun of me. I just bought a small item from the ghost market at the back, and I want you to take a look at it." Yang Fan said with a bitter smile.

"Oh, if you don't use it to honor Liu Yutang if you have a good treasure, come to me..."

Boss Yang was mid-sentence when he suddenly remembered something and swallowed the rest of his words.

There are also rules in this antique industry. If the store clerk finds a good treasure, he usually does not bring it to the store. Firstly, the boss will lower the price, and secondly, the store will take a 20% commission.

"Okay, now that you're here, let's take it out and take a look. You've only been in the business for a long time, and you dare to play in the ghost market. The water there is so deep."

Boss Yang stood up and Yang Fan immediately took out the snuff bottle.

"Eh?" Seeing the condition of the snuff bottle, the boss's eyes lit up. He looked at it over and over again, took a flashlight to shine on it, and handed the snuff bottle back again, saying with a cold expression.

"The condition looks good, it should be from the Republic of China period, but you know, cultural relics are not valuable if he is less than a hundred years old. Let's do this. We are acquaintances, and I won't cheat on you. I'll take five hundred yuan for this thing.

Already."

"Oh. Since it's not valuable, I'll take it home and play with it myself."

Seeing that Boss Yang was trying to lower the price, Yang Fan raised his legs and walked out of the store. He originally thought that someone from the same clan would be able to get a better price, but he didn't expect that this old guy had a darker heart.

"Hey, don't leave. Bring that thing over and I'll take a look. Maybe I made a mistake just now." Boss Yang immediately changed his tone, stepped forward, and grabbed Yang Fan's arm tightly.


Chapter completed!